Holy Fist! - Chapter 252 - 132 The Death of the Evil Ghost! (Thanks to the book friend Hua Hu Huang Hua Han for the reward of 100,000 reading coins!)_2

In the world of dynasties and martial arts, Lin Yan awakened the memories of his past life and struggled to survive with his half-sister.

Fortunately, he awakened cheats. As long as the ability proficiency reached 100%, he could sublimate the skill to the extreme and give rise to strange special effects.

Swallowing – [Transforming Poison]: Invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, swallowing poisons can be transformed into qi and blood to feed oneself.

Five Birds Hand – [Spring Return]: consume qi and blood to recover from injuries

Dragon Fist – [Cloud from Dragon]: Ride the wind to swim the dragon, and speed instantly doubled.

Mountain Breaking Fist – [Wind from Tiger]: White Tiger breaks the army, and instantly doubles the instant damage.

Attack – [Ape God Strike]: The whole body force converges in one point.

Defense – [No Phase]: Distribute the attack received evenly to all parts of the body

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A secret realm wrapped in poisonous miasma, where no one could enter without being killed by touching it?

I had [Swallowing – Transforming Poison]. I could enter and leave the secret realm at will.

The secret medicine must be used to counteract the injury?

I had [Five Birds Hand – Spring Return], and I could practice at will without fear.

Every special effect was a cheat.

The world was in turmoil with demons, the people were like ghosts, the ancient world was revived, and the world would be in chaos.

Only with the idea of invincibility, I should open up a path of prosperity, overlooking the nature of the rivers and mountains.

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"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!"

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